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I Wonder...

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I wonder if you would write me a paragraph of love
For which I would melt like an iceberg on time lapse.
I wonder if you would serenade me with melodies of romance
For which my heart would dance like a whirling dervish.

I wonder if you would tell stories of far away lands
So that I would drift to sleep dreaming of us being there.
I wonder if you would ask of the intricacies of my ambitions
So that you could cheer to walk through untrodden paths.

I wonder if you would tell lame jokes and share memes
To which I would laugh with all its awkwardness and more.
I wonder if you would teach the tender spots of your heart
To which I can prepare myselves for aiding strength to you.

I wonder if we would pray together soon after the union
And you would give a forehead kiss after soulful Duas.
I wonder if our first voyage would be to my host country
And spent a part of us in the lands of peace with serenity.

I wonder if,
Our Lord would be pleased with us.
Our parents would be gratified and content.
Our kids be the coolness and light of our eyes.
And if our home in Heaven is eager to house us.

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  1. Anonymous15 May 2022 at 07:44

    💖

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  2. Anonymous15 May 2022 at 08:32

    🤍✨️

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  3. Anonymous15 May 2022 at 09:46

    ❤️💫

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  4. Fathima Rasheed Narimukkil 16 May 2022 at 17:32

    Raw thoughts put into a beautiful blend of words❤

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  5. Anonymous18 May 2022 at 23:47

    ❤️❤️

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  6. Anonymous6 July 2022 at 10:24

    Dear soulmate,

    When i write this letter
    Iam young, so does the day
    Its a beautiful morning
    Rays of hope are kissing
    The earth
    The earth has this
    Unfathomable grace
    She has become
    More green
    World is full of colours
    Sky is blue
    Nature is green
    And is full of life
    Birds; every morning
    They sing for us about
    The love we are going to share
    I hope you hear that

    The sea is more beautiful than ever
    My dreams are alive and
    Colourful
    Since its full of you
    Whenever it rains
    I hope you get wet
    And the drops of eternal love.
    Touches your heart
    And it reminds
    You of me.

    On sunny days
    When the sky is warm and clear
    And full of clouds
    I often send my messages
    I hope those clouds
    Deliver my messages

    As days passes
    I fear certain grey hairs
    Have started to appear
    And my dreams have started to
    Lose their colours
    Iam aging

    I hope by the time we meet
    I dont get old
    Because then we will not able
    To grow old together
    We will not be able to share
    The warmth inside a blanket
    On a cold windy day
    In the mountains

    I hope your smile
    Is as beautiful as i see in dreams
    I have been waiting
    For a long time
    I have travelled all the
    Possible ways to find you
    Now iam tired
    But i believe in destiny
    We are meant to meet
    So does the heaven says

    I will be here waiting for you
    I will  learn everything
    So i can take care of you in the future
    I have made all possible
    Mistakes, so that
    I wont be making one
    When we finally meet

    I have kissed all the wrong lips
    I have loved all the wrong ones
    From them i have finally
    Learned all the lessons
    When we meet,
    I hope like we dreamed
    We could be alone
    In the mountains
    Cuddling each other
    When the snow falls.

    I will meet you at a place
    Above the clouds
    On the mountains
    Where the sun rises
    And sets on us
    And leaves our  shadow
    On the clouds
    Thus we will  float
    To the eternity of universe

    Finally when we meet
    Like my friend once said,
    I wont be looking at your body
    But the you within the you
    The magnificent heart of wisdom
    The magnificent soul

    We will live every dream
    You ever had
    Together
    And when the death comes
    Knocking on our doors
    I will cherish every
    Memories we had together

    Meet me when the time
    Is right for now
    I will be here
    Waiting
    Chasing my dreams
    Travelling
    Reading, talking
    Gathering all the knowledge
    Possible
    Making myself the perfect one
    For you

    But i know
    Life is no dream
    But it  does not matter how much
    Imperfections we have
    We will always have
    Something to love
    Each other conditionally
    And only then
    Finally we meet

    I am not searching
    I am just waiting

    I hope this letter finds you wherever you are, like in the movies they say
    Hope is a good thing may be the best of things.

    But u know being burdened with knowledge i often think i should walk the lonely roads. And the lonely roads whisper one thing... Death....What do life offer!?

    Carpe diem 💙💫


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    1. Ayisha Omer11 July 2022 at 17:45

      I hope you find your soulmate when you have perfected yourself for being the 'imperfect human'

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